amy2kyo

It was I that didn’t have the time to type out a blog note.

It was I that finding other things to do than sitting down here to blog.

It was I that can’t sleep early tonight and here I am virtually penning down a blog.

A friend is having a bbq-gathering-party on the 28th which is a Friday. Before this, confirmation of the date is being done and finally that twenty-eight is the auspicious day for bbq wherever, you know, every single friend that is being invited is able to be there for the food and to yak.

I thought I was working on that day until my boss told me that I can take some time off work because there isn’t much to do. Thanks to the efficient me. Right. So I ask for anything that I can help for the preparation of the party. And that’s when I realised that I am attending the dance class which I think it’s the last class for this time I’m here in Penang for long break.

I hate for being forgetful at times and make promises that results disappointment. That’s such an embarrassment. Thought I can digest this by talking to someone but it seems I don’t have the mood after I’d realise that a game came between us. So I decided to come here.

Period.

Just got back from the saloon, or should I say “grooming” and got my hair straightened. Was at there at 12 noon and here I am, 635pm at home. Do the counting. 6 hours and 35 minutes came from washing + steaming + perming and fucking waiting. I could’ve gone back at half of that time when everything’s done. This really shows how slow and inefficient those groomers are. Hate them when they didn’t care about the customers’ feelings, to wait such long?

Another thing is that one of the so-called trainee doesn’t know how to scrub a person’s hair, or rather head. It hurts a lot that I warned her many a times but still the same. I was mad. And after that ironing took place. I can’t stand the pain when she was pulling my hair. All I can do was to tolerate the pain.

What are all these? I can’t believe it myself. I’m angry. I just couldn’t control my feelings. When is about time to leave, time to wait for someone to pick us up was about half an hour. What now? Wait again? Right. I told myself to wait patiently since the waiting-suffering before that. They came and I was being a little harsh and asked my sister the reason why she doesn’t want to come later, at 7pm maybe. She asked me why was I so angry, I couldn’t say a word cos I don’t know it myself.

I got home and the same thing. I ignored everyone and ran into my room, locked it. I don’t even want to have my dinner as I skipped my lunch and tea time already. At first I thought this rebonding process will took about 3 hours which should ends at around 3pm and then I could have tea time. Well it didn’t turn out that way. I never had a sip of water either, for 6 hours. That was pathetic.

Perhaps the idiom is correct, “a hungry man is an angry man”.

2 hours later….

Mood got better after talking to mom and had a little dinner. Apologies were said and I was forgiven. Never ever to be like this anymore! Promise!